Brooklyn's Slice Of Life #10
Today was one of my brother's track meets. My brother goes to track meets for school and for something called G.U.M.B.O. G.U.M.B.O. is an organization where disabled kids like my brother could do track and field. My brother races in a racing wheelchair and throws many things. His racing chair has 3 wheels and it is blue. G.U.M.B.O. stands for Games Uniting Mind and Body Oh yeah!!! While at my brother's track meet I decided to volenteer. My friend Daisy and I worked at the consession stand. We erved drinks, chocolate bars, hamburgers,hotdogs,and chips. The drinks,hambergers,hotdogs,and chips were free. If you got a hamburger or a hotdog chips came with it. Chocolate bars cost $1. It was my friends my friend Daisy's birthday and she was turning 13.
Kaylie's Slice Of Life #10
I feel ashamed, because I haven't written a Slice for a whole week. Even though I will make them up, I feel like I am cheating. These are the things that come to mind when I think of cheating.
The color yellow
An open book
Sour
Ballpoint pens
Lips to an ear
Secrets
Regret
Shame
Too late
Ugh. What an ugly poem. It will have to do, though.
Today was one of my brother's track meets. My brother goes to track meets for school and for something called G.U.M.B.O. G.U.M.B.O. is an organization where disabled kids like my brother could do track and field. My brother races in a racing wheelchair and throws many things. His racing chair has 3 wheels and it is blue. G.U.M.B.O. stands for Games Uniting Mind and Body Oh yeah!!! While at my brother's track meet I decided to volenteer. My friend Daisy and I worked at the consession stand. We erved drinks, chocolate bars, hamburgers,hotdogs,and chips. The drinks,hambergers,hotdogs,and chips were free. If you got a hamburger or a hotdog chips came with it. Chocolate bars cost $1. It was my friends my friend Daisy's birthday and she was turning 13.
Kaylie's Slice Of Life #10
I feel ashamed, because I haven't written a Slice for a whole week. Even though I will make them up, I feel like I am cheating. These are the things that come to mind when I think of cheating.
The color yellow
An open book
Sour
Ballpoint pens
Lips to an ear
Secrets
Regret
Shame
Too late
Ugh. What an ugly poem. It will have to do, though.